Chapter 904: Pity the hearts of the world's parents
The three of Jerome and Bonaparte chatted in the study for a long time, and their conversation came to an end only when the setting sun shone directly into the study through the glass window.
"Okay! It's getting late! I should go too!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the orange-red sunset outside the glass window diagonally opposite. He stood up and stretched his body and said to Minister Vaillant.
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Minister Wayang and Chief of Staff Niel who were sitting next to him also stood up. Minister Wayang immediately spoke to persuade him to stay: "Your Majesty, how about you and Niel stay here for a dinner before leaving?
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"No need!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand to reject Vaillant's request to stay, "Augusta and Friedrich are still waiting for me to go back for dinner!"
After hearing the reasons for Jérôme Bonaparte's refusal, Minister Vaillant had no choice but to give up.
At the same time, he politely sent his blessings to Augusta and Frederick Bonaparte.
Immediately afterwards, under the personal farewell of Minister Vaillant, Jérôme Bonaparte and Niel left the residence of Minister Vaillant in the carriage they came with.
The carriage was speeding towards the center of Paris. Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting in the carriage, took the opportunity to chat with Niel about Allande, the wife of Minister Vaillant.
"Why do you think a person like Minister Vaillant would marry someone more than 20 years younger than him as his wife? Can his body bear it?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked curiously.
Neil said.
"Your Majesty, I don't know either!" Niel responded to Jérôme Bonaparte with a dull shake of his head.
"Hey!" Seeing Niel chatting to death with just one sentence, Déjérôme Bonaparte sighed and said to Niel, "Niel, I think you are still the best in terms of gossip.
It needs to be strengthened!”
"Your Majesty, I am a soldier!" Niel responded to Jérôme Bonaparte in a sonorous tone.
"Forget it! I know! You are a soldier!" Jérôme Bonaparte said casually. He suddenly felt that talking about things other than military affairs with people like Niel was really a joyless behavior.
In this way, Jerome Bonaparte and Niel looked at each other in silence for a long time.
It wasn't until the carriage stopped at Niel's residence in Paris that Niel spoke to Jerome Bonaparte again: "Your Majesty, I'm here!"
"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and then watched Niel enter the gate of the mansion.
Immediately afterwards, the carriage continued westward along the Seine River and soon arrived at the Champs Elysées.
Then, the carriage continued to move along the Champs Elysées. At the western end of the Champs Elysées, it turned the horse's head north and entered the gardens of the Tuileries Palace, and then passed through the gardens directly to the Tuileries Palace.
Jérôme Bonaparte got off the carriage and walked up the steps leading to the hall of the Tuileries Palace, and soon arrived at the hall.
At this time, Basilio, the steward of the Tuinlery Palace, was walking from the depths of the Tuinlery Palace towards the hall of the Tuinlery Palace. When he saw Jerome Bonaparte in the hall,
He quickly trotted to Jerome Bonaparte and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you are back!"
"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte turned around with a blank expression, and then asked Basilio: "During my absence, did anyone come to see me?"
"Your Majesty, Special Envoy Farroch arrived at the Tuileries Palace at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon!" Basilio immediately responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Huh?" Jerome Bonaparte showed a surprised expression on his face, and then scolded Basilio with a straight face, "Basilio, what did you do! Why didn't you notify me of such an important matter?
?Do you, the general manager, still want to do this?"
Basilio quickly told Jerome Bonaparte that the reason why he did not inform Jerome Bonaparte was entirely because of the order of Her Majesty the Queen.
"Queen?" Jérôme Bonaparte was stunned for a while, then asked with a frown on his face: "Why did the Queen do this?"
"Her Majesty the Queen said that the arrival of Special Envoy Farroh at the Tuileries Palace is not a big deal. There is no need to disturb you who have finally rested." Basilio replied.
"So the Queen asked you to drive Farroch away?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked next.
"No! Her Majesty the Queen receives Farroch personally!" Basilio replied to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"I understand!" Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a warmth flowing through his chest, "Where is the Queen now?"
"Her Majesty the Queen is currently in the Dauphin's room!" Basilio responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Okay! I understand! Go and do your work!" Jerome Bonaparte waved his hand and ordered Basilio to leave, and then went to the bedroom where Crown Prince Frederic Bonaparte was alone.
Jérôme Bonaparte stood at the door of the bedroom and knocked gently. After a while, Augusta's voice came from the other side of the room: "Who?"
"Augusta is me!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded to Augusta.
"The door is unlocked, come in!" Queen Augusta responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jerome Bonaparte pushed open the door and entered the bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, he saw Frederick and Augusta crawling around in the room. He hurriedly walked to Frederick Bonaparte and gently held his hand
He held Friedrich Bonaparte in his arms and said affectionately to Friedrich Bonaparte: "Be good! Call me daddy!"
"Dad...Dad!" Friedrich Bonaparte responded to Jerome Bonaparte in French with a hint of German.
Although Frederic Bonaparte’s French was not a standard Parisian accent (in fact, including Jérôme Bonaparte, Augusta, Mathilde Bonaparte, and the old Monfort, none of them were pure)
Parisian accent), but this was enough to make Jérôme Bonaparte feel gratified.
Why did I work so hard to implement military reforms in the country? It was not so that Frederick Bonaparte could rest on his laurels safely.
Otherwise, he would not have carried out drastic reforms at the risk of triggering a backlash from conservatives within the military.
"When did Frederick learn to speak?" Jérôme Bonaparte turned his head to Augusta and asked.
"Half a month ago!" Queen Augusta said to Jerome Bonaparte angrily: "I think you don't care about our son at all!"
"Care! Why don't I care!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Queen Augusta with a smile on his face: "I'm not busy!
And why am I so busy? It’s not so that Frederick can inherit a huge empire a hundred years from now.
Let him no longer be so tired like me!"
"Hmph!" Augusta snorted, "I think you are doing it for yourself!"
"My fault! Frederic, dad was wrong. Dad will definitely take time to spend more time with you in the future!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Friedrich Bonaparte in a soft tone.
"That's pretty much it!" Queen Augusta's expression was obviously gentler than before, and then she asked Jérôme Bonaparte: "By the way, have you considered the candidate for Frederick's teacher?
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"What teacher?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Augusta with a confused look on his face.
"What kind of teacher could he be? An enlightenment teacher! Frederick is almost two years old, and it's time to start learning!" Queen Augusta responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Um..." Jérôme Bonaparte's expression was a little embarrassed. He didn't understand that a child who was only 3 years old was about to enter an involutionary career so early. Isn't this a little too fast?
Jérôme Bonaparte still remembers when he was in a small class in his previous life. He was at least 4-5 years old.
“Isn’t it a little early!
"Jérôme Bonaparte cautiously asked Queen Augusta.
"Early? Early?" Queen Augusta asked back, and then replied to herself: "Why do I feel like it's just right now!"
"I think we should give Frederick a relatively happy childhood!" Jerome Bonaparte once again suggested to Queen Augusta.
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"If you are happy now, what will you do in the future?" Queen Augusta asked Jerome Bonaparte plausibly.
"Aren't we still there in the future?" Jérôme Bonaparte approached Queen Augusta and said to her.
"Sooner or later we will get to that time, what should Frederick do?" Queen Augusta looked dark and her tone was slightly disappointed.
"By that time, he will have grown up! He will be able to stand alone!" Jerome Bonaparte responded softly to Queen Augusta, "We don't have to be in a hurry at all. If we are too anxious, it will be easy for Frederic to
I hope to go to extremes in the future!"
"But..." Queen Augusta hesitated.
"And Frederick's first lesson was not in the Tuileries Palace, but in the vast countryside of France, in the streets and alleys!
Only by bending down to observe all the conditions in the world can one truly be a qualified monarch!" Jérôme Bonaparte earnestly advised Queen Augusta.
"Humph! Frederick will not be like you, he will become a majestic monarch!" Queen Augusta pouted and said to Jerome Bonaparte.
“Dignity is indeed a necessity to become a good monarch, but in this era, the monarch must learn to bend down and listen!
Even if this kind of listening is just for show!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to Augusta: "This era is different from all previous eras, and all monarchs must adapt to the development of the times!
Especially monarchs like us in France must learn to listen to voices and then formulate appropriate plans.
Otherwise, the residents of Paris will use practical actions to resist.
So Friedrich's class should not be in the Tuileries Palace, but in the countryside, on the streets!
The teachers who can serve as his first class should be farmers living in the fields and small traders on the streets!"